Raised in the "Land of a Thousand Hills" is what they call it. This place I know as home is the country of Rwanda. I had the joy of being able to wake up in a stress free environment. One that was once hit by violence in the genocide during 1994 but ended up bringing the country closer together. Going outside with no shoes as my feet plant in the dusty ground, we would chase the goats around our block until our fatigue would kick in. We would then be greeted at night by a nice meal of cow, chicken, or maybe even the same goat we played with that same day. Man, life was great. Now I live in a society surrounded by freedom, yet racism, a life surrounded by opportunity, yet prejudice, a life surrounded by great leaders, yet take a look at "our president".